(lygenztia *59) Who'll stop the rain???

That's the line from the Creedence Clearwater Revival song...but now, it seems more like a plea.

Anybody else started to build an ark? I am pretty sure I saw Noah at the 7-11, stocking up on Slim-Jims.

I don't know about you guys, but I am finding all this damn rain to be depressing. It is brutal...every day it seems like it rains and you can't plan anything. To hell with the summer of the gun, this has been the summer of the flood.

I like to keep my Jeep clean, but every time I wash it I swear I am praying to the rain god. I am lucky if it stays sparkling for an hour before it rains AGAIN.

I guess it's good news-bad news. Our planter flowers are mostly dead, drowned. My vegetables are kicking ass. (sorry, technically speaking, that's bad news-good news. It just sounds better that way)

I know there is nothing that we can do about it, but damn I gotta complain. It makes me feel a wee bit better. Well, not really....

Who'll stop the rain?

Please, don't make me beg.


(with thanks to C.C.R.)

Long as I remember the rain been comin down.
Clouds of mystry pourin confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, tryin to find the sun;
And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain.

I went down virginia, seekin shelter from the storm.
Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow.
Five year plans and new deals, wrapped in golden chains.
And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain.

Heard the singers playin, how we cheered for more.
The crowd had rushed together, tryin to keep warm.
Still the rain kept pourin, fallin on my ears.
And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain.